Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.